Saturday, May 23, 2015

Those of yous who know my furrend Norwood prolly knows he left fur the bridge a few months ago. Even tho we nefur met in the furs, we had lots in common. We both is hiking dogs, we both love ponds and furst and furmostly, we ♥♥♥ LOVE♥♥♥ FROGS!!!! So Norwood's mom made some Norstars fur his furrends to hang on their fave hiking trail. I gots mine in the mail a couple of weeks ago.

It be mail. Fur me!

That be Norwood, RIP. He be partly like my sis Sydney, RIP, both with cow dog spots.

Here be what I should do with my Norstar but not any old place will do. Mom put it in her backpack and it would be with us fur when we founded the pawfect place.

I even put the bitey on it to be sure it be authentic. It do be.

So today when we was hiking, the Norstar do be tucked away in mom's backpack safe and sound in the pawket where she do keep my chickun jerky.

So we gets to a seenik and I is hasing me a drink of cold water when....

Hey! How did the Norstar get out of mom's backpack pawket?!?!? Seriously furrends, fur real, we had not opened that zipper pawket yet and somehow the Norstar got OUT and was hanging there and the zipper still be closed, fur real! It be a sign. This be the hike.

Mom secured the Norstar so it would not fall out while we was hiking but we left it hanging because the Norstar wanted to see the seeniks with me.

Taking a break with the Norstar.

Picture with mom and the Norstar still ofur there on mom's backpack.

Then we commed to a bootiful pond and I knowed this be the pawfect place to hang the Norstar. You know why?

Coz there be a frog right there in the pond! He waited fur us to hang the Norstar.

The frog be where that arrow be pointing.

Yes, this be it, the pawfect place to hang the Norstar. I think Norwood would approve. RIP pal, hope you can see the Norstar from way up there.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

But I hads to wake up to show yous the swag I got from Frankien and Ernie!

Do you beleef all this stuffs? See what my snooter is snootering out?

They gifted me a deer antler to nom on!

And I gots a bandanner, poo bags, a chickun, noms, a measuring cup with pikture frame (I is going to put a picture of me, Frankie and Ernie togedder in it) and some Pedicure salve to keeps my paws soft as a puppy's belleh. Well, mom taked her stuff away so I can't shows it to you. Sumpin about I cannot has the squirrel nuts thingies. Thank you so furry much, Frankie and Ernie, fur all this loot!

Then we loaded up in Frankie and Ernie's Jessie Jeep to hitch a ride back to the hikemobile.

Frankie and Ernie rided in the front so I could keep an eye on mom in the back. Jessie Jeep is brand spanking new so I did not want mom puking or anything.

Then I got in my hikemobile and followed Frankie and Ernie to MY town. Yes, MY town named Shawnee! Frankie and Ernie showed me the way there. My town is INSIDE the Wayne National Forest. No wonner hiking be my destiny! It be in my bloods.

My water tower. Of course my town would has one coz us dogs drink lots of water.

Standing in MY town. Efurrybuddy in this town waved at ME and treated me like ROYALTY! It was way pawsome.

I has my furry own historic sign.

And a restaurant fur noms and swimming pool fur fur wetting

I met a resident of MY town.

I pooped in my town. (I only poop in my own yard, nefur on hikes, so this means I has officially claimed MY town as mine!)

Then we followed Jessie Jeep again to our lunch spot.

What's fur lunch?

Oh. My. Dog. Fresh off the McDonald's grill CHEESEBURGERS!

So furry nomilicious. We was all drooling.

Do this be service or what?

We was lovin' it fur sure.

Stuffed full of cheeseburgers.

We then hads to say good-bye and bees on our way so we would not gets home too late.

Mom furgot to turn her hiking Gee Pee Ess off so it recorded our efurry movement with Frankie and Ernie and we now has a map of our adventures to keep furefur to rememmer this most wonnerful day by.

Frankie and Ernie: It was the most pawsomest thing efur to meet you two IN THE FURS, to has after hiking snacks with you, visit my town with you then has lunch with you. You guys know how to show a girl a good time with your Oh-Hi-Oh hospawtality. Thank you so furry much and I is so happy I gots to meeted you all. Wags, Shawnee

Sunday, May 3, 2015

So on Furiday morning at the crack of dawn we was off to Hocking Hills State Park in Oh-Hi-Oh.

I is going to super biggify these pictures so you can see the super seeniks!

We hads to use the flash in Old Man Cave coz it be dark and skeery in there.

I hads to go through tunnels on skeery steps.

It was worth it coz of the pawsome seeniks.

It be wild and wonnerful in this gorge.

Of course my snooter was hard at work.

I could even get my paws wet INSIDE the seeniks!

Well fine, I'll get ALL my furs wet in the seenik.

Waiting patiently fur mom to climb down the tree roots. She be so slow sometimes.

I found a hawk fevver.

That be falling waters we has to go behind.

'Cept fur I went the wrong way, BOL.

Now I is on the right track.

Here we is at about the half way point at Cedar Falls.

Heading onward on the Buckeye Trail. It be kinda like that Appalachian Trail but in Oh-Hi-Oh.

You see those peeps ofur there on the right? They was furry naughty. Fur one, they is on the DANGER side at the top of the falling waters at Ash Cave. They climbed ofur the barrier where no man or dog should go. They left their little childrens down below INSIDE Ash Cave. Then they throwed a FIRECRACKER down INTO Ash Cave! The pawlice should pawcuff them and put them in jail!

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